Sunday, August 20, 2017

Sunday Snippet: Unforeseen Consequences

I'm so excited for The Last Ship season premiere tonight! I can't wait to see where my favorite sailors are and what they're doing.

I'm an episode behind on Teen Wolf, but should be caught up later tonight or tomorrow.

Got another episode or two in of Dark Matter and Killjoys. Still need to catch up on Wynonna Earp. I'm truly loving Killjoys this season. I'm totally wondering if any additional traitors will be revealed. New nerd is on my super watch list. Just saying.

Hoping to start The Defenders this week. So far, I'm reading positive reviews… not that I wouldn't watch if they all tanked the show. I like too many of the characters to not see what they're up to.

I might have to break down and watch Midnight Texas, but it'll be on Demand. I have such a negative hate on for NBC as a network… which truly sucks because they own one of my favorite channels. <sigh>

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Unforeseen Consequences, a novella based on the story prompt of writing the consequences of a lost bet. I took the premise and added a little twist, which I'm enjoying a lot.

Here's the mini-blurb:

In the School for the Extraordinarily Gifted, Stella Stubbs and Dak Satterfield hold the record for the most challenges won. As instructors, they no longer join in on the fun, but both enjoy watching their students try to break their top scores—until a dangerous element is introduced and they discover their last wager won had unforeseen consequences.

And a preview snippet…

Dak Satterfield hit just the right spot.
Stella Stubbs arched her back, letting out a long moan. "Don't stop, Dak. Don't stop." She writhed beneath him, edging closer to a shattering release.
Dak grasped her hips, using short, rapid strokes to push her over the brink. "Come for me, Stella. I'm right there with you." He withdrew almost all the way then drove deep, flexing his ass.
She gasped and shuddered, the orgasm rippling through her. Dak thrust forward again and held her flush against his groin when he came. His fingers dug into her skin, sparking aftershocks of pleasure along her nerve endings.
He collapsed, twisted to the side, and hauled her close. "Great sex is the best way to start the day." His lips ghosted over her shoulder.
Stella grinned. "Especially when we're heading into the most taxing semester of the school year." Their students would be testing their newfound magical ability.
Dak groaned. "Ugh. You had to remind me." He slid from the bed, stretching his arms over his head.
Stella admired the view. His lean body sexier than ever. After almost ten years together, she'd noticed the gradual change from handsome youth to hard-bodied man. She'd never regret sharing the progression with him.
He grabbed her hand, tugging her from the warm haven of the sheets and comforter. "Come on. Shower time." His palm cupped her ass on the way to the bathroom.
Stella laughed. "Down boy. We don't have time for round two this morning." Twisting the knob, she adjusted the temperature of the spray.
Dak stepped under the still cold water. "Then I suggest you don't make any plans for tonight. I'll be keeping you very busy." He pulled her into the stall and handed her the shower gel and made room for her under the now steamy mist.
They finished quickly and dried off before wandering back to the bedroom to dress for class.
Stella chose loose, casual pants and a flowing shirt. "You know, even though it's going to be insane, I'm really looking forward to class today." She saved some time by drying her hair with a quick incantation.
Dak paused the buttoning of his usual pair of dungarees to flash a grin. "I know. I bitch and complain, but we've got a terrific group of novices. I don't think any of them will be bowing out." A rare occurrence.
Stella put her hair on top of her head, her gaze on Dak while he shrugged into a sinfully tight t-shirt. "I agree. In fact, I'm going to stop by Phelps's office and get that on the record." Every year, the teaching staff started a pool with their predictions for the upcoming graduating class.
Dak quirked a brow. "You think he'll continue the tradition?"
Wilson Phelps, a former classmate, arrived mid-semester, taking over the role of headmaster after the previous one retired to go on sabbatical. The timing proved to be chaotic, but they'd managed to keep to their normal schedule.
Stella cocked her head to one side. "He's a former student, hell, a former classmate. Why wouldn't he hold to the status quo?" If memory served, Phelps jumped into any and all pools, wagers, and questionable activities when he attended the academy.
Dak shrugged. "He always worked angles no one else even considered. And don't forget he lost to us in the last competition. He might hold a grudge." He finished getting his shoes on and moved to stand behind her.
Stella met his gaze in the mirror. "For ten years? Over nothing more than bragging rights?" Their competitive antics didn't factor in their final grade then and didn't now.
Dak turned her to face him. "Maybe I'm overthinking things. You know I never liked Phelps. But he's our new boss and I haven't had any concerns since he took over." He caught her lips in a quick, hard kiss. "I'll get the class warmed up. See you in a few."
She nodded. "I won't be long." Especially if Wilson decided to make some sweeping changes no one expected.

Stella and Dak definitely have some fresh challenges they'll have to face and Wilson will play an interesting role in how things happen.



That's it for this week.

Cheers!


Skye

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Sunday Snippet: Underbelly

Wow. I so look forward to my Sunday posts, mainly because the crazy that is the real world makes discussing fictional television shows and books a nice, lovely interlude.

Teen Wolf followed up with a terrific episode. I literally laughed for a good, long while during Stiles's FBI scene. The return of Old Man Crazypants didn't disappoint either. Just saying.

Had a seriously busy week playing taxi driver for the kids. Didn't get to catch up on anymore Killjoys or Dark Matter. I have to throw Wynonna Earp in there, too.

Now that the end of Orphan Black happened, I'll be adding that show to my queue to binge watch the entire final season. Can't wait!

The Last Ship premieres next week!! Really looking forward to having my favorites back on the screen. And crossing my fingers that I don't lose my super-secret top few this season. Won't be holding my breath on that one. LOL

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Underbelly, a novella that got a writing community prompt to write a noir detective story. I love the feel of a good noir and couldn't wait to get started with my own little twist on the genre.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Jarrod Steele is a private investigator who deals with the weird and the unknown and can find anything his clients want. His super-efficient assistant, Maylin Rose, along with her unique skill set, makes sure of it.

And a preview snippet…

Maylin Rose straddled her partner's lap, doing her best to distract him from work. "Come on, Jarrod. We've been here half the day already." She worked the top two buttons of his shirt loose.
Jarrod Steele had a fantastic chest and she enjoyed ogling the broad expanse whenever she could.
Jarrod did his best impression of a stern glare. "Maylin, I need to finish this report so we can bill our very satisfied client." He leaned around her, writing another quick sentence.
Maylin tsked. "Considering they're happy because of me, I think I deserve a pre-lunch break in the form of a satisfying romp." She'd managed to reacquire a stack of very revealing photos showing a young starlet in the throes of passion with her costar.
Maylin's ability to get in and out of secure locations barely warranted mention. But the profuse thanks and promise of a quick payday definitely kept their two-person firm in demand. Of course, everyone thought Jarrod ran the show, which suited Maylin just fine. She preferred to stay in the background, acting as a somewhat secret weapon in Jarrod's arsenal. He'd made her a full partner before they got personally involved, leaving no doubt about his confidence in bringing her on board.
She'd finally found a man who didn't hold her past against her and appreciated the unique skill set she brought with her. Jarrod's exceptional connections and various underbelly contacts also gave them an edge. He kept tabs on anything and everything paranormal and supernatural related. Their combined resources got them through doors no one else could enter. Maylin planned to make sure they stayed on top of the private investigations heap.
But she also liked to keep Jarrod from taking life too seriously. Hence the desire for some sexy fun in the office. She leaned forward, ready to flick her tongue against his ear when the phone rang.
She reached behind her and grabbed the handset. "Jarrod Steele Enterprises. We'll find whatever you're looking for." She used her super sultry secretary voice—the one Jarrod said oozed sex and sin and sensual promise.
And never failed to make his cock spring to life… sort of like now.
Maylin continued the conversation with a prospective new client, her lips curving into a smile when Jarrod finished the report with a flourish. By the time she hung up the phone, he'd closed the file and set it aside.
Maylin shifted backwards and made a move to slide off Jarrod's lap.
He snagged her hips. "Oh, no. Where do you think you're going?" His hands skimmed along her sides.
She gave him a saucy smirk and stood up. "New client coming in. Thought I'd get everything ready for him." Which usually meant sitting at the desk while she faked typing up files.
Jarrod stood up, crowding into her personal space. "Where's he coming from?" He flicked the first two buttons of her blouse open.
Maylin suppressed a shudder of hot desire. "Murphy Towers over on Larchmont." She didn't object when Jarrod finished undoing her shirt and tugged the fabric from her skirt.
He grabbed her hips and spun her around to face the desk. "It'll take him at least thirty minutes to get across town." His warm breath fanned against her ear. "Plenty of time to make you scream my name before he gets here." He inched her skirt up over her ass and eased her panties down before slipping his hand between her thighs.
Maylin moaned low in her throat. "Mmm. You really kike my sex kitten voice, don't you?" The sound of his pants dropping provided a definitely clue.
Jarrod grasped her hips, pulling her flush against his groin. "You know I do." He maneuvered his thick erection lower, the tip nudging up to her wet and ready core. "And someone mentioned a need for a satisfying romp not too long ago." His hands palmed her breasts over the lacy fabric of her bra.
Maylin braced her forearms on the desk and pushed back, enveloping the first few inches of his hard shaft. "Yes, someone did. But I don't recall anything about screaming your name."
Jarrod thrust forward, going balls deep. "Oh, it'll happen. You can trust me on that one."
True to his word, fifteen minutes later, Maylin shouted him name with her head thrown back in ecstasy.

I'm thoroughly enjoying the chemistry between Maylin and Jarrod. This will be a treat to finish.



That's it for this week.

Cheers!


Skye

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Sunday Snippet: Under the Blackhawk Banner

Hello August! So many things going on this month. School starts for my one and only daughter and one and only student this year. She's involved in the music and athletic departments and the fall tends to be very busy. She's already started her golf season and band practice started also. She had a busy week with band camp from 8 to 3 and then golf qualifying from 4 to 6. She's got the number three spot right now and is happy being there. They have almost twice the amount of girls this year and everyone is excited about growing the sport.

Teen Wolf's premiere didn't disappoint. I'm excited to see how everything wraps up. I loved the surprises and can't wait for more. Keep them coming!

Got a few more episodes of Killjoys in and really like how the season is shaping up. Here's hoping there's a renewal in the future.

I'm also almost caught up on Dark Matter. I continue to enjoy the interactions and character arcs.

Need to catch the last two episodes of Wynonna Earp and I hope I can get that done this week.

Seeing more promo for The Last Ship… looking forward to the premiere in two weeks!!

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Under the Blackhawk Banner, a novella based on a prompt to write an alternative timeline or universe for WWII.

Here's the mini-blurb:

In a battle-torn land, the saving grace is the Blackhawk Banner. Any who fly the flag are protected by the elite group of pilots and their crew who pull off amazing feats of victory. Verity Jones, the lone female in the group, is about to become one of their secret weapons, and Emory Cavendish will make it happen, over the protests of damned near everyone.

And a preview snippet…

Verity Jones strode through the line of men into the huge manor—a former castle—and followed the indicator signs to the company commander's office. She ignored the gaping mouths and widened eyes, very used to the stir she caused. The Blackhawk Banner flew proudly from the parapet, meaning she belonged as much as the next person.
Even if I am a female.
She stopped outside the closed door of Colonel Earl Whitcomb, the head of the civilian base, and rapped sharply on the jamb.
"Enter!"
She took a deep breath, twisted the knob, and walked into the office.
The colonel sat behind his desk and another man occupied the chair facing him. Dark hair, longer than standard military, brushed his shirt collar. He angled his head around and met Verity's gaze with his amber one. He rose slightly and nodded then settled back into the seat. She blinked once then shifted her focus to Whitcomb.
His brows knit and he rose from his seat. "Who the hell are you and how did you get access to my base?" He made a move to come around the desk.
Verity stared straight ahead, coming to attention. "VJ Jones, specialist, reporting for duty." The Blackhawks utilized a rank structure similar to the military even though they operated as a civilian outfit.
Whitcomb's eyes narrowed. "You're a woman." He held out a hand. "Orders. Let me have them."
Verity slid them from her pocket and slapped the papers into his palm. He shook the pages open and scanned the contents, grumbling under his breath. When he finished, he tossed the documents on his desk and folded his arms over his chest.
Verity remained silent, bracing for the usual response.
Whitcomb didn't disappoint. "Don't get too comfortable, Jones. You, no doubt, lied on your application to the Blackhawk program, or deliberately tried to mislead the home office by using your initials instead of your name. Women are not allowed to serve in our elite corps." He moved again, putting the wide expanse of oak between them. "I won't let you remain and become a distraction to the men." His face turned a mottled shade of crimson.
Verity itched to smack the man, but calmly met his gaze. "Sir, you might want to review the signatures on the orders and the addendum they included." She kept her tone even and devoid of the frustration coursing through her.
Whitcomb snatched the papers again and flipped to the final one. His lips thinned to a harsh line and his nostrils flared when he inhaled. Anger tinged with defeat entered his gaze.
He glanced at the man still seated across from him. "Cavendish, apparently the president and the prime minister are well aware they've sent a female to work with us. Find her a place to stay—well away from my men—and brief her on our upcoming missions." He pinned Verity with a nasty glare. "If you cause any trouble or start any fights between my pilots, I don't care whose signatures are present on your orders. I'll make sure you're transferred to a place better suited for your kind." He waved a hand toward her in disgust.
My kind? Meaning a woman with boobs and hips?
Verity bit back the terse response. "I look forward to keeping your planes in the air, Sir. I can start immediately."
Whitcomb shuddered. "That's not necessary. Cavendish will brief you, sort out quarters for you, then, if there's time, he can show you the hangar. But only if it doesn't keep him from his other duties. We're a very busy base, specialist." He nearly spat the title at her.
She shot a quick glance in Cavendish's direction. He'd risen and waited patiently for the colonel's dismissal. Whitcomb shook his head and motioned for them to leave.
Verity kept her anger in check and preceded Cavendish out of the office. When he pulled the door closed, she turned and sized him up. He didn't wear the mantle of rage like Whitcomb. In fact, he appeared relaxed and at ease. Might she have a potential ally?
She thrust her hand forward. "We haven't been properly introduced. VJ Jones."
He grasped her palm. "The colonel is short on pleasantries, especially when his world tilts on its axis. Emory Cavendish, captain of the air guard." His firm shake didn't linger, which she appreciated.
But his words caught her off guard. "Captain of the air guard? Why on earth are you acting as my tour guide then?" Whitcomb couldn't be more of an ass.
Emory gave her a half-smile. "Being a civilian operation, we wear a lot of hats around here." He started forward, toward the main hall of the estate.
Verity followed then fell into step beside him. "Meaning you're the colonel's go-to guy when he doesn't want to deal with something distasteful?" Namely her.
Emory huffed out a laugh. "You catch on very quickly, Specialist Jones." He paused a moment. "It won't be easy, but you'll fit in just fine around here." He took a set of keys from his pocket and slid one into a locked door. "Let's get started with some quarters. How about I brief you on the way?"
Verity gave a nod. "Sounds efficient. Please, lead on." Stepping into a darkened wing, she squared her shoulders and took the first steps toward her new place in life.

I'm having a terrific time writing this one. The sages are already feeding me ideas for more books so hopefully Emory and Verity's story will continue.



That's it for this week.

Cheers!


Skye

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Sunday Snippet: Uncommonly Good

Yeesh, July has been a rough month. I'm kind of glad to see the tail end of it. Of course, mid-August starts the school year and it's crazypants from then until after the first of the year. LOL

I'm almost caught up on Dark Matter, which remains pretty decent. I do love the character interactions in this show. I'm slightly put off by all the new introductions, but I'll get over it.

Still need to catch up on Killjoys and Wynonna Earp. I really, really hate being made to wait for the episode for a full week. Seriously? The stupidest thing ever to not have the episode available immediately for people who can't watch or have another commitment and are unable to view when it's on. I'll never understand why network executives get paid the salaries they do when they're making decisions that shoot themselves in the foot. <shrugs>

Final episodes of Teen Wolf start tonight and I'm looking forward to seeing how this series ends. Very excited for the returning faces.

Less than a month away from The Last Ship. Again, impatiently waiting for one of my favorite shows to return. Come on August 20!

That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Uncommonly Good, a novella that started with the two-word prompt "ladies first".

Here's the mini-blurb:

Shelby Fewes and Creed Campanalla have a very friendly rivalry vying for top name in their respective dark and light organizations. When Creed is ordered to eliminate Shelby for retaliation, he makes a different call and the duo have an uncommonly good time proving the two sides can live and love together.

And a preview snippet…

Shelby Fewes dropped to her knees and focused her energy. With an outward push, she toppled her target, a low-level lightsider. She gave him props for not fighting against the bonds she snared him with.
Rising, she crossed the space separating them and lowered down to his side. "Malcolm Penter sends his regards. You're too far behind to catch up and he's making an example of you."
The guy, Benji something or other, closed his eyes and turned his head away. "F-figured he'd come calling sooner or later." He angled back toward her and met her gaze. "At least I get to look on something of beauty when I meet my end." Giving a nod, he indicated his readiness for her next move.
She ignored the bile rising in her throat and did her job. Placing her palms on either side of his head, she gave a sharp twist and ended his existence. Blowing out a harsh breath, she rocked back on her heels, keeping her head bowed while she dug out her phone. Snapping a quick picture, she forwarded the proof of her handiwork to her employer. One more job down… a meager notch in the column of what she owed against her mother's debt.
Getting slowly to her feet, she sent a message to the ward leader, Basher Cole, asking to have her fee applied to the balance on his books. She hated playing the numbers game. Poor Benji lost his life over a loan he'd taken out from a darkside fae. Why hadn't he sought help from a fellow lightsider?
She sighed. "The answer doesn't matter. Only the bottom line does."
She'd researched his habits and haunts and the guy didn't seem to be a bad sort. Maybe not the brightest fae in the bunch—hello… seeking financial assistance from the other side? Not a smart move. But he didn't go out of his way to hurt anyone and he'd worked a steady job plus another one on the side to make his payments. When he lost the second gig, he fell behind.
And she got the dreaded call.
Blowing out a hard breath, she turned and walked away. "Geez, I need to find another line of work." Of course, she had her own inherited debt to pay. "I've become entirely too damned good at killing."
Each death weighed heavily on her and she needed an outlet to deal with the frustration and shitty circumstances that turned her into an assassin for the darkside. Good thing the next round of cage match fights were only a week away.
"I need to kick some serious ass and take the top prize."
Anything to help balance the ledger.

Shelby's lack of choice is a challenge for me to write and I'm enjoying exploring her inner demons.



That's it for this week.

Cheers!


Skye

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Sunday Snippet: Twilight Kingdom

Ugh, the rain continues and it's making the outdoors feel like a sauna. I'm not against saunas but, ugh, I'd rather not have one 24 / 7. Besides… you can't run around outside with only a towel on. Okay, I guess it's not impossible, but I won't be doing it anytime soon. LOL

I had a friend recommend Will for my viewing pleasure. I haven't started it yet, but I'll give it a go. She's in love with everything about the show.

Have to play catch up again on my Syfy Friday night shows. I hate being behind and it sucks that on Demand and the Syfy app won't show the latest episode immediately. I have a lot of growly, snarly words about that topic.

Great news! Wynonna Earp is renewed for season three. I'm soooo happy we'll have more demon-killing gun action in the town of Purgatory. Woo!

Lots of terrific trailer action coming from SDCC. I'm looking forward to The Defenders if only for the awesome snark potential.

The Last Ship's new trailer is making me very impatient for the season to start already. Less than a month away, but still feels way too long.

Also… the final episodes of Teen Wolf start next week and I'm excited to see how the series ends.

One final note… I'm actually excited for Doctor Who again! Nothing against Moffat, he's written a few of my very favorite episodes but, ugh, he almost ruined the series for me. The entire last season just rubbed me wrong. I wish him nothing but the best with whatever he's involved in from here on out.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Twilight Kingdom, a novella based on the prompt of writing a spin on Sleeping Beauty.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Jess Gillian heads to the outer rim planets to get away from his overbearing parents—the royal consorts of their home planet. When the heir is away, the evil Maniforti will play, luring Nareen Rhom, a palace ward, into a relationship so he can get close to the rulers. When Nareen gets wise, Maniforti casts a spell holding the entire kingdom in his thrall—until Jess returns and sets things straight.

And a preview snippet…

Eric Maniforti paced his war room. "By the twilight, I will get those mineral rights." His assembled staff bobbed their heads up and down.
Their action—more like inaction—pissed him off.
He slammed a hand on the long table. "Do any of you moronic imbeciles have ideas?"
One of his more cutthroat directors sneered. "Take the consort out and you'll get whatever you want."
Eric considered but discarded the idea. "I want the Scandavar mineral rights not a full-scale scramble for power. Eliminate Jantzen and the vacuum created would suck every noble on every planet in the system into a mad gambol for the ruling spot." Something he wanted, but why fight a war when he could topple the consort by underhanded tactics?
A skittish cabinet member raised a hand. "It's rumored the consort is very attached to the queen and heir. You could use one to make Gillian back off."
Eric tilted his head to one side, pondering the suggestion. "Not bad." A quick succession of ways to implement the nefarious plan.
One stood out.
Maniforti snapped his fingers. "Poison. At the annual court dinner. I'll remove the heir and usurp the ruling position." A sneering smile twisted his lips.
Toppling the House of Gillian would be an accomplishment, open doors for Maniforti, and establish him as a true master of the political machine. He could unleash the old ways once again and no longer have to hide his true nature. Removing Jess Gillian from the mortal coil only added a layer of satisfaction for Eric. His animosity and rivalry with the other man carried through from their childhood years spent in scholar's chambers. Jess could do no wrong and Eric hated being second best.
Landau, the skittish member, cleared his throat. "You're going for the son instead of the wife?"
Eric pinned him with a glare. "Did I not just say that? The reigning queen can no longer bear children. Take the heir out and the line ends with Jantzen." A fitting end for the overbearing ruler.
Kirkus, the cutthroat director, smirked. "Motion for this meeting to be adjourned so our esteemed leader can finalize his plan." A round of seconds filtered through the room.
Eric rapped his fist on the table. "So be it."
Once the members filed out of the area, he settled down at the table and drew the needed materials to the spot directly in front of him. While he mixed the fatal concoction, he whispered words in an ancient language, weaving a spell around the ingredients. If caught, he'd suffer a torturous end. Consort Gillian had harsh laws against the use of magick, especially the old rituals. When Maniforti gained control of the courts, he'd bring back the glorious rites and watch Jantzen burn.
Soon. Very soon.

So far, I'm loving the ideas for putting my mark on the classic fairy tale.



That's it for this week.

Cheers!


Skye

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Sunday Snippet: Truth Hurts

Coming off a very rainy week with lots of thunderstorms. That means I need to save after every paragraph I type. LOL

Watched another episode of Killjoys and, yeah, this is a great season! I love the banter and snark and pretty much everything.

Dark Matter is truly messing with everything and I'm quite enjoying it. I wouldn't mind if the pacing moved a little faster and I'm not completely sure I like having Four off on his own. That said, I'm willing to exercise patience and see where everything goes.

Wynonna Earp keeps blowing my mind. I'm excited to see what happens now that the baby news is out. The season feels a little off kilter but I like that because Wynonna is off kilter. My fingers are crossed for a third season because there's no way this story is over at the end of two.

Got another few episodes of Young Justice watched and still very much enjoying the dynamic of the group. I'm hoping the whole mole thing is wrapped up by the end of the season or at least the person is revealed. Should finish up in the next week and move on to the second season.

Can't wait for next month when I can start talking about The Last Ship. I'm so bummed they delayed the start of this season.

That's it for television. Tonight's post is from Truth Hurts, a novella that started with a writing community prompt of having one character comfort another after a loss.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Mardi Darr discovers her current lover is an enemy agent with an enchanted chip in his head. She gives the okay for a risky surgery and it lands him in a submersion chamber with no brain activity. Heth Santiago is responsible for Mardi being with Staz and he needs to help Mardi accept the truth… even though it hurts like a bitch.

And a preview snippet…

Mardi Darr crouched along the corner of the bar in Stinky Pete's tavern. "Staz, if this goes sideways, you need to take me out of play." She angled her head around. "I mean it. Kill me and make it quick." She turned her attention back to the front entrance.
Staz Manchun stared at her a moment then gave a brief nod. "Sure, Mardi. I won't let them get their hands on you." He shifted his position, clearly uncomfortable with the idea.
Heth Santiago frowned. No way in hell would Staz have the stones to end Mardi's life. The Street Hawks, a gang of sorcerers, had a collective hard-on for her. If they got ahold of her, they'd manipulate her mage skill to boost their power. They salivated over the idea of capturing her before she hit her prime. A pureblood mage made a prime target for the sorcerer's quest for equality.
Heth focused on a way to get them out of the building before the crazy techno bastards stormed the place. Last count showed five hawks rolling up to the tavern. Heth's quick hex cast would buy them time, but not much. And if the members grew in number, the combined magick and tech could spell major trouble.
Joannie Blanchard leaned in close to Heth. "I'm sorry. I didn't know who else to call." Her gaze darted to Mardi. "Is she serious? About the killing her part?" She swallowed hard, probably to stop the wobble in her voice.
Heth didn't hesitate. "Yes. Absolutely." Most people wouldn't understand, especially outsiders like Joannie.
She enjoyed the intrigue of feeding information to the Wizard Mage Alliance and no doubt appreciated the accompanying pay. Heth didn't know much about her personal circumstances, but she'd provided good intel and they wouldn't leave her unprotected. The fact her dilemma brought Mardi back into his orbit couldn't be helped.
Mardi turned and met Heth's gaze. "Three more approaching from the rear. We need to make a move before they do." Her attention moved to Staz. "Don't forget. If they storm the bar, end it." She went back to scanning the perimeter of the tavern.
Staz gave another nod, but it lacked conviction. Heth rolled his eyes. Manchun wouldn't follow through.
Joannie lowered her voice. "He won't do it, will he?"
Heth shook his head. "Nope."
She met his gaze. "But you would." She waited a beat. "Because you love her."
Yeah, he would and, yes, he loved Mardi. More than anything.
Heth tilted his head to one side. "Thought you weren't dialed in." She listed as straight human.
Joannie smiled. "I'm not like you guys. But I do have some ability with attunement. I can read people and often get a sixth sense about them." She lifted her shoulder. "Nothing big."
Heth didn't let her downplay her gift. "Big enough to help us. I take it that's how you've always got accurate information?" His gaze scanned the side wall, seeking a weak spot or opening in the hex spell.
Joannie flashed a smile. "It helps. But I don't need ESP to catch the vibes you two throw off." She directed a look toward Mardi.
Heth narrowed his eyes, testing an area on the back wall. "For all the good those vibes do. We've got history, and baggage, and truckloads of crap between us." And if he could do things differently, he might… but he doubted it.
Joannie placed a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry. Just poked a stick in a gaping wound, didn't I?"
He shook his head. "Nah. It's alright. Maybe not the time to—"
Mardi turned around. "Dammit, Heth. If you can't make yourself useful and find a way out, I'll never work with you again."
Staz quirked a brow and glanced back and forth between Mardi and Heth.
Heth focused on the soft spot he'd detected and whispered an incantation. The area wavered, shimmered, and finally opened enough for him to push his will forward and blast a hole through the concrete and wood.
He huffed out a breath. "Done. Let's move." He grabbed Joannie's arm and propelled her toward the exit.
Mardi hopped up. "Good timing. They're ready to rush the place." She grasped Staz's shoulder. "Let's get out of here."
She went through first, followed by Staz. They took up point positions and motioned for Joannie to come out. Heth brought up the rear, sealing their escape route and adding a ward to keep the Street Hawks from pursuing.
He tapped Mardi's shoulder. "We're good. Let's get Joannie to a safe house."
Mardi shot him a rare smile. "Copy that."

I love writing tension between characters and Mardi and Heth have loads of it.



That's it for this week.

Cheers!


Skye

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Sunday Snippet: Trip the Light Fantastic (A Chaos Novella)

Bleh. I'm feeling under the weather today. Allergy season is in full swing and my sinuses hate me right now. LOL

Got caught up on the premiere of Killjoys but haven't been able to watch the other two episodes yet. I hate it when On Demand makes me wait. Might have to see if they're available on SyFy. One of my favorite things about Dark Matter is how trippy they get with episodes sometimes. I love it when I have to keep up or get lost. Wynonna Earp… wow. Seriously, just wow. This show gets better with each passing episode. It's crazy, batshit, and over the top and I love every single moment.

Hoping to get into Orphan Black later this week. With five or so episodes ready, I'll have a good amount to binge watch.

I'm excited to see they've started filming season six of Arrow! Can't wait for the new season to start.

And that's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Trip the Light Fantastic, a novella in the Chaos series.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Esme Von Staunton and Ashton Sylvester think they might be going insane. Ashton's weird attunement with Esme draws her into his bizarre nightmare of hallucinations and doing things neither remember. Esme's brother Eric stumbles onto a plot by Baron Mobride and races to save his source and his favorite couple, but Mobride has other ideas and doesn't plan to let Eric thwart him.

And a preview snippet…

Esme fought back a wave of nausea. How did Ash deal with the vivid imagery of his nightmares? She wanted to heave the contents of her stomach in the nearest bin. No wonder he didn't want to fall asleep.
"Es? Hey, can you hear me?" Ash cupped her face, his warm fingers stroking her cheek.
She blinked and met his gaze. "What? Yes, of course I can hear you." Unless… "Wait, why? Were you talking to me?" Lethargy and confusion battled with her need to understand what just happened.
Ash gave her a small smile. "Yes. I asked if you were all right." He scooted back, patting the bed beside him.
She crawled up next to him and burrowed close. No idea of how to answer came to mind. With only a brief glimpse into what Ash experienced on a regular basis lately, Esme's admiration for her lover grew. How did he manage to function? No wonder he—
"Esme, please. Are you okay?" His voice filled with concern.
She snuggled against him, willing the tension from her shoulders. "I'm…" She angled her chin upward and met his gaze. "Going to be. Just need a few moments to process being in your dream while I was wide awake." Laying her head on his chest, she wrapped an arm around his waist. "That nightmare was intense." And he'd been having similar dreams for over a month.
Ash blew out a long exhalation. "It was worse than most. You died. That's a first." His fingers worked over her scalp, massaging lightly. "I don't want to envision your death ever again." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
Esme shifted around, moving to straddle his thighs. "I'd rather not repeat the experience either. There's something truly unsettling about watching yourself die." Loosening the sash of her robe, she shrugged out of the garment giving Ash something else to focus on.
His gaze landed on her breasts and his irises darkened with desire. Mission accomplished, she trailed her fingers along the edges of his robe, working her way down to his belt. Tugging it loose, she spread the material apart, ghosting her palms along his skin.
Settling her hand over his heart, she splayed her fingers wide. "I want to chase that image out of my mind, Ash. And I want you to help." She rocked her hips, pleased to find him hard and ready.
Ash shook his arms free of his sleeves and leaned forward. "Be happy to, Es." He captured a taut nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue back and forth before sucking the tip.
Esme groaned, loving the kick of heat shooting straight to her core. What better way to cancel the storm of uncertainty surrounding Ash's nightmares than creating a maelstrom of passion? Esme couldn't think of anything else when Ash took her to dizzying heights of pleasure.

Esme and Ash are always fun to write and this series is a joy to work with. If all goes well, I'll have the whole four-book run ready before publishing. I love the characters in this one.



That's it for this week.

Cheers!


Skye